Reba walked out the door in front of Brock then spun on her heel when she heard the door click closed, smacking him over the arm with her purse.
"Ow! What the heck, Reba?"
"Are you going to that diner we went to yesterday?" She mimicked Lana and pulled a face. "What diner? And why were you goin' anywhere with her Brock?"
"Woah, relax."
"Don't tell me to relax." She smacked him again, making him back up against the wall. "What were you doin' with her?"
"It was one lunch and I took her because she's new in town and doesn't know anyone."
Reba arched her brow. "You did the same thing with Barbra Jean and look where that got us."
"This is not the same thing."
"It is so." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"No, it's not. Don't be jealous."
"I'm not jealous."
"Are so,"
"Am not."
"Mhm." He smirked.
"I just got ya' back and I don't want to share." She pouted and fingered his tie, softening.
Brock smiled down at her. "You're adorable."
Reba looked up to meet his eyes. "I don't want her touchin' what's mine." She tugged his tie to pull him down to her level, pursing her lips to show him she wanted a kiss.
Grinning, Brock leaned down to met her lips, kissing her gently. "All yours, Red."
"Better be." She said wrapping the tie around her wrist again. "Or I'll have to tie you to the bed and leave you there."
"Ooo," he smirked. "Don't threaten me with a good time."
Reba pressed her chest against his, pushing herself up on her tiptoes. "I will if it helps me get my way." She let her hand slide down his side and between them, caressing him.
"Reba," He groaned. "There's cameras out here."
"As I recall, you're the one who likes the camera." She licked her lips.
He loosened his tie. "Okay, lunch!" He shook his head and pulled her hand away to lace their fingers as he led her out of the building and to his car. Walking her to her side so he could get the door.
Reba smiled sweetly and gently squeezed his arm. "Thanks."
He quickly rounded the car, hoping up just as she crossed her legs and leaned against the center console, leaning over to flick through the radio stations, her shirt opening against her arm offering him a good view of her cleavage.
Brock glanced down and shook his head, pulling out while she fiddled with the radio. "What're you hungry for?"
Arching her brow she settled on an station then reached her hand over the console and ran her nails along the hem of his jeans. "You know what I want."
He inhaled sharply and cleared his throat. "Okay, Reba. Reba," he grabbed her wrist and placed her hand back on her own thigh. "Lunch. We're having lunch. Alright?"
She ran her tongue across her teeth and crossed her arms. "Alright. Fine."
"Thank you." He said, putting both hands back on the wheel.
"You're no fun."
"You were gonna cause a crash."
"I remember you liking road head." She mused as she leaned back in her seat.
Brock half coughed, half laughed, he didn't know what was going on but her mood was amazing. She was being such a flirt, this was the Reba he remembered from college. "What's gotten into you?"
She let out a long sigh and ran her fingers through her bangs. "I don't know, Brock. Seein' Lana is just bringin' up all kinds of bad memories and I want you to know that I'm not lettin' you go."
"That's not why you wanted to talk though." He said, pulling into the parking lot.
"No, I wanted to talk to you about Barbra Jean."
"What about her?"
"Why didn't she come to our family night?"
"Oh, uh."
"You invited her, right?"
"Of course I did."
"So why didn't she come then?" She hopped out of the car when Brock got her door and gave her his hand.
"I dunno, Red. I told her and I told her what time." Reba ran her hand through her hair, Brock took it as she let it fall to her side. "Why don't you call her?"
Reba shrugged and let him lead her to the restaurant. "Maybe."
She was glad he hadn't bought her to the same place he went with Lana, that would have made her upset, when all she wanted was to spend the hour flirting and having a good time with him.
Brock got the door and Reba walked through, smiling at the waitress who greeted them. "Table for two, can we get a booth?"
Nodding the girl lead them to the booth, and placed the menus down. "Your server will be over shortly." She smiled before walking away.
"Are you okay?" Brock asked as he sat.
"Yeah, guess this is somethin' I needa talk to Barbra Jean about instead of you."
"That's a good idea." Brock reached over and took her hand.
Smiling she leaned across the table, playing with his fingers. "Now that's sorted, I can think of a few other good ideas."
"What would those be?
"You'll find out." She pulled her hand away from his so she could look over the menu, holding it up so he could see just her eyes over the top.
He gave her a sideways look as he browsed the options, glancing at her every so often then until the waitress came to take their order.
Looking up Reba smiled at the young girl, handing her, her menu. "I'll have the chicken and avocado sandwich please, with a sweet tea."
"Yes, Ma'am and for you, Sir?"
"Steak sandwich, with fries and a coke." Brock smiled and handed the girl his menu. She nodded and jotted down the order as she walked away.
Brock turned his attention back to Reba who had sneakily undone another of the buttons on her shirt, she leaned back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest.
He smiled and leaned forward in his seat. "What are you doing?" his eyes briefly travelling south then back up.
"It's warm in here, don't you think?" She fanned herself with her hand.
"Uh huh. Look, Reba, you need'a stop this."
"I don't know what you're talkin' about." She smiled and nodded to the waitress when she put their drinks down.
"Your food'll be out shortly."
Brock didn't even look up. He kept his gaze on Reba, watching her every move. From the way she sipped her drink, running her tongue along the straw before slowly pulling the straw between her teeth, looking at him while she did. Her eyes full of heat. To her tucking a stray hair behind her ear. Everything was for him and he knew it. She knew all too well what she was doing, making eyes at him, trying everything to turn him on.
Reba smiled up at the waitress when she placed her food in front of them. "Thank you."
"Y'all need anything else?"
"We're great, thank you though." She smiled sweetly and the young girl walked away.
"I guess I get a five minute break now huh?" Brock said popping a fry in his mouth.
Shaking her head slowly she grinned, then her foot slid up the side of his leg. "No such luck cowboy." she spoke quietly as she settled her foot between his legs.
Brock shifted in his seat, god she was driving him crazy. It was taking all his self control not to drag her from the restaurant and take her to the closest hotel to have his way with her. He could feel the ball of her foot move up and down, his jeans tightening.
"Reba," He breathed. "I can't eat."
"Not hungry?" She smirked pressing her foot a little harder against him, feeling him grow.
"Please,"
Biting her lip she look directly at him and pulled her foot back. "Fine, fine." She said and began to eat.
Brock ate quickly, he watched her across the table. "You're in so much trouble."
"How come?" She said sucking on her straw.
Brock let out a low groan, she was killing him. "Hurry up and finish."
"I'm done."
Reba barely got the words out before Brock had stood and thrown a wad of cash onto the table, grabbing her hand and dragging her outside as quickly as he could.
"Brock!" She stumbled behind him, half laughing.
"You've been teasin' me for over an hour. Now I'm going to punish you." He swung the car door open and lifted her inside, quickly closing it and making his way to the drivers side.
"What are you gonna do to me?" She asked as he sped down the road towards his office.
"I'm going to put you over my desk. For a start." He held tightly to the wheel,not letting his eyes leave the road.
"I can't wait."
Brock made it back to the office in record time and rushed them through the corridor, pressing the elevator button he tapped his foot and Reba stepped up beside him.
"Relax." She ran her hand down the length of his arm as the elevator beeped and they stepped inside.
The minute the doors were closed he was on her, backing her against the cool metal surrounding them, his hand immediately gripping her thigh to pull her leg over his hip, his spare hand gripping just beneath her breast and his lips invaded her mouth.
His tongue was needy as he pushed it beyond her lips, begging her for access. His hand firmly holding her leg a he pressed his pelvis against her, letting her feel how much he wanted her.
Reba heard the elevator ping, but it barely registered in her mind until Brock was gone and she was left breathless and leaning heavily on the side of the elevator. Her chest rising and falling heavily and when her eyes met his, he could see the lust radiating and he knew she could see it in his face too.
Brock held his hand in front of him and he gestured for Reba to lead the way, her hips swaying as she walked down the hall and he couldn't help but jog up behind her to pinch her backside.
"Brock!" She jumped and giggled.
"Reba," He said pulling her back to him.
"I have to get back to work."
"Oh, no you don't. I've been waiting all day for you."
"Sorry, big boy." She flicked his tie at him with a grin. "Guess you'll have to wait some more."
"Reba?" Eugene's voice made her blood run cold as she turned in Brock's arms.
"Eugene, I was just comin' back."
"And what are you doing with him? I thought you had to pick up your son?"
"I.. well.." She stuttered, she had not expected this.
"You lied."
"Now hang on a second, Eugene." Brock began but Eugene was having none of it.
"I can't have someone working for me who lies and is dishonest."
Reba stood in shock, her mouth ajar. How dare he speak to her like that, especially when he was the one who acted like a petulant child this morning.
"I'm sorry Reba, I am going to have to fire you."
"Fire?" She gaped, glancing at Brock who looked just as stunned. "Fire me?" She said louder.
"I won't have you working for me, fraternizing with the enemy, lying about your whereabouts."
"You have no right!" Her temper rising. "How dare you!" She began and Brock took a step back, knowing she was about to explode. "You can't tell me who I can and can't see on my time. It's my lunch break and I can spend it with whomever I choose. You, you, mor-on!" She stepped up to him pointing her long manicured nail right in his face.
Eugene's face went red and Brock could see one of them was about to say something they'd regret, he quickly wrapped his arms round Reba's waist and pulled her down the hallway as she shouted back at Eugene.
"And another thing!" She yelled down the hall for all to hear. "You can't fire me, 'cause I quit!" She stomped her heel and tried to pry herself from Brocks grip as he reached his office door. "I. QUIT."